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Chapter 311 I have a bottom line

The extreme silence in the hall makes people panic.

For a long time, Zuo Po, who stared with big eyes and small red lips, came to his senses. His face was full of disbelief and anger. He was about to speak, but he was stopped by Ye Luming's hand. He had to curl his mouth and stared at Yang Yanzhao unwillingly. His white hands were clenched into Xiuquan, which seemed to have great resentment.

At this time, Yang Yanzhao also woke up. Knowing that Ye Luming was not a joke, his heart couldn't help but surge, and he became more and more confused. Why did the mysterious master of the witch religion take him as an apprentice?

Is it possible that he has what he wants?

For a while, Yuxu, Zen leaves, Taoist skills and even the Buddhist scriptures 'Wonderful Lotus Sutra' flashed in Yang Yanzhao's mind, which were immediately denied by him.

With Ye Luming's skills, it is impossible to care about the practice of Taoist and Buddhist families at all. As for Yuxu and Zen leaves, as long as he wants to rob, he can't keep it at all.

This time, Yang Yanzhao couldn't figure it out completely.

But even if there is puzzlement in his heart, Yang Yanzhao still looks indifferent. Looking at Ye Luming with a smile on his face, he gently spit out two words, "No."

A little stunned and a little angry, Ye Luming was stunned there.

"Bold, my master is a master at the level of earth immortals. It is a blessing for you to cultivate for several generations. How dare you be so arrogant!"

On the one hand, after waiting for Yang Yanzhao to finish speaking, she couldn't help rushing forward and shouting at him. Obviously, the two words just now completely angered the witch saint who regarded Ye Luming as her father.

But Yang Yanzhao didn't pay attention to her at all, and his face did not change, but his sword eyebrows were raised, and the trace of shock flashed in his eyes.

The earth fairy, Ye Luming actually has the cultivation of the earth fairy.

The road of martial arts, from the beginning of enlightenment, each realm has a hurdle, but after refining qi is the real hurdle.

The master of qi refining can refine the aura between heaven and earth to form the state he wants and needs. It is tangible and invisible. Between raising his hands, he can a landslide and tsunami.

After refining qi, it is Mahayana, and Mahayana is the second level of heaven and earth. The earth immortals become heaven and earth in their bodies. They can not only return to their children, but also walk in the clouds and do everything in the world.

As for the immortals, that is the last disaster of Mahayana. If you pass through this disaster, you can turn into immortals, climb to the nine heavens, and fly between the sky.

There are very few Mahayana masters in the world today, and they are mostly old monsters that can't be hidden. Yang Yanzhao never thought that Ye Luming in front of him would have such cultivation.

Of course, these Yang Yanzhao were hidden in his stomach, and his face was still cold. His eyes were wide open, and he looked at Zuo Po with a murderous look. The latter who wanted to scold him immediately felt as if he was in an ice cellar. There was an uncontrollable cold in his heart, and he couldn't speak for a moment. It was a delicate face. Therefore, it is red.

For a long time, he shook his jade hand, turned around and walked to Ye Luming. His eyes were full of tears, and he cried aggrievedly, "Master, why did you accept this Song person as an apprentice? Didn't you say that he would mess up my Liao Dynasty?"

The person who said it was unintentional. After hearing this, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but make waves again. What kind of ability Yelüming is? Even his secret calculation has been calculated. He is really a master of Mahayana, who knows the fate and knows what to come.

"Okay, you can't understand this."

Ye Luming whispered and stared at Yang Yanzhao with sharp eyes, as if to see him clearly.

"I, Ye Luming, realized qi at the age of five. At the age of eighteen, I refined qi. At the age of seventy, I could first peep into the realm of immortals. Even in my life, it was also talented and glorious. Can't I be your master?"

"This problem..."

Yang Yanzhao looked like he was thinking hard. After a while, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Actually, I don't know how to answer. Maybe it's because I already have a master. This is naturally clear from your cultivation."

It is very simple, but it is the most direct, and there is no way to refute it.

Even Ye Luming didn't know what to say for a moment. The aura in Yang Yanzhao's body is the purest aura of the Taoist Buddha, and the jade that has been integrated with the Zen leaves before is also the most precious treasure of the Taoist Buddha.

With such a detached identity, how can he easily be convinced by the realm of immortals?

But this also aroused Ye Luming's pride. Since he made a decision, how could he change it casually?

What about the two schools of Taoism and Buddhism? The witch religion is no worse than them. Although the witch religion was hit hard by the battle in the snow, the three schools of Confucianism and Buddhism did not dare to take a step north. This is his pride.

Step forward, the clothes and clothes were hunting, and the broken utensils on the ground moved without wind. Suddenly, it seemed that the whole hall was shaking.

Yang Yanzhao blushed, and the fierce momentum on his face was so overwhelming that he was about to suffocate. Even if he was lucky, it was difficult to resist all the aura. This was the gap in the realm.

The blood stains of the robe have not condensed, but there is blood dripping.

"Pear me as a teacher, or you will die!"

His voice was cold, and Ye Luming stared at Yang Yanzhao with a cold face and said word by word. The light around his voice soared a little. Looking at this situation, if he can't get the answer he wants, he will take his life the next moment.

"Cough..."

With blood in his mouth, Yang Yanzhao looked at Ye Luming with bleeding eyes and squeezed out a smiling face. "As I said, I already have a master, and naturally I will not worship others as a teacher. Although Yang Jing is afraid of life and death in his heart, he also has a bottom line."

After saying that, he lowered his head again and bitterly supported Ye Luming's offensive. Seeing this scene, Zuo Po on one side shouted secretly and closed his eyes in horror for fear of seeing the blood splashing.

The corners of Ye Luming's mouth are **, his long hair is dancing wildly, and there is a terrible anger between his eyebrows, and his momentum is much more fierce. "In this case, I will take your life!"

The murderous gas came to his face like a big wave, making Yang Yanzhao's blood in his body like turning over the river and the sea. His whole body was extremely uncomfortable, and it seemed that he would be shattered by the murderous spirit that turned into countless swords in an instant.

"Book Heng, be presumptuous!"

Just as Ye Luming was so angry that he wanted to take Yang Yanzhao's life, an ethereal but solemn voice exploded in his ear. The latter's body seemed to have been struck by lightning. He suddenly retreated dozens of steps and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The suffocating breath in the hall suddenly dissipated. Zuo Bashi, who was aware of the abnormalness, opened his eyes and happened to see that the corners of Ye Luming's mouth were bloody and his face was pale. He shook his body and was about to fall down. Before he was too surprised, he rushed forward to support him, "Master!"

When the words fell, a slight breeze blew in the hall. When the wind settled, a figure stood in front of the hall with his hands on his back.

As if it appeared out of thin air, it was silent.

Pushing away Zuo Po-pa, Ye Luming bent down and saluted the person, full of respect and fear, "The disciple is confused for a while, and I hope the master will forgive me."

It turned out to be the ancestor. Zuo Posha took a deep breath. When she entered the door, the ancestor had already entered the Holy Land to practice. She didn't care about the world for a long time. How did she come out today?

There was no time to think about it. Zuo Poqi hurriedly saluted, "My disciple has seen the ancestors."

not far away, Yang Yanzhao opened his eyes with difficulty and faintly saw Ye Luming's master and apprentice saluteing to a white-haired man, knowing that this person must have a noble and extraordinary status in witchcraft.

Since he stopped Ye Luming from killing himself, it seems that he can't die this time.

A smile cracked from the corners of his mouth and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood foam. Yang Yanzhao thanked the white-haired man with difficulty. Later, he fell to the ground and was unconscious.

A virtual shadow, the white-haired man appeared beside Yang Yanzhao, stretched out his hand and put out a halo to cover him. After a little, he took his mind and blamed Ye Luming, who was still saluteing, "Shu Heng, how did he tell you in the Holy Land at the beginning? Is it possible that Chengdu forget it?"

A cold sweat came out in front of his forehead. Ye Luming hurriedly saluted again, "Master, Ye Luming didn't dare. It's just that he was confused for a moment that he did such a thing. Please forgive his disciple's recklessness."

Looking at Ye Luming, who was full of horror and beg for guilt, the white-haired man sighed, "Shu Heng, you are talented and I have never met him in my life, but you have forgotten that the most important thing for those who practice is to cut off the joys and sorrows of three thousand people. After all, the Liao Dynasty can't escape the fate of prosperity and disgrace. Why do you change your life against the sky for it? It's really a pity to wander in front of the threshold of this fairy, which has not been seen for many years.

Hearing the words, Ye Luming whispered, while the white-haired man stopped talking. He stretched out his right hand and floated Yang Yanzhao, who fell to the ground, in mid-air. After that, he hit several truths in a row.

Suddenly, a halo wrapped the bloody Yang Yanzhao. In the light fog camouflage, thin belts like water flowed quickly around his body.

The faint green light rose, but Yu Xu emerged. The white-haired man couldn't help but open his pupils, spit out a breath, and shouted angrily at Yu Xu, "Bold, I actually want to suck my true qi, and I won't go back!"

After the essence penetrated into the Yuxu, the latter's light dimmed a little and flew back to Yang Yanzhao's arms by itself. The man in white breathed a sigh of relief and connected a few fingerprints, which made the halo covering Yang Yanzhao soar several times.

For a long time, I felt that Yang Yanzhao's breath had become even. The white-haired man accepted the skills and waved his hand to let him float on the well-prepared wooden case. Then he continued to look at Ye Luming. "Shu Heng, this son is lucky to be a Taoist Buddha. I think they have found that they have seen the secrets. Since he doesn't want to worship you as his teacher, he will let him be the free messenger I teach. He should not refuse this time.

Yang Yanzhao's fate is abnormal, which can be regarded as the reincarnation of immortals. Of course, the witch religion cannot be missed, so the white-haired person took out the position of "Xiaoyao" second only to the leader to attract him.

For the words of the white-haired man, Ye Luming dared not obey. He hurriedly saluted and said, "The disciple must do what the master said."

"Yes, it's so good. Shuheng, you still need to devote yourself to practice. The enmity between this son and the Liao Dynasty has long been doomed by heaven, and you can't disobey it."

His eyes were full of bitterness. Ye Luming answered in a low voice, "Disciples understand."

"It's so good that the cultivation in his body has been sealed by me. When you wake up, you can send him back. He is still in the world, and he can't be a practitioner."

After saying that, a breeze blew in the hall, and the white-haired man disappeared. The dust drifted away with the wind and circled in the air. Ye Luming, who was standing in place, looked grateful and leaned down and whispered, "Send my master."